June 27, 2024

Mountain Air bit, continued...

…so, I was at a pre-movie cocktail party at the Crutchfield’s first downtown apartment, when the Yancey Theatre was showing Gone With the Wind. I was sitting next to a nice woman who lived at Mountain Air. I don’t know how it came up, and I don’t remember from whom or when or where I’d heard the background story, but I told her the landing strip’s beginning. She didn’t believe it; didn’t want to believe it. I stuck to my guns, such as they were, and she started crying. So I apologized. Her husband, who was standing next to her, said, “Oh, she always does that when she drinks [red wine] [so much] (fill in the blank) - don’t worry about it. And so I didn’t.